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" Enough of my excuses,” he continued, “and please, daughter, as you grow into a fine young woman, try not to make them. If you know the bottom’s safe—jump. If you know it’s returned—love. If you really want it—fairly take it. If you run, do it till your lungs burn. Laugh until your cheeks ache. And forgive, as you’ll always want to be forgiven. I didn’t say forget, and certainly your spirit won’t allow for you to be a doormat, but forgive. Ask yourself, always, if they die tonight…was I really that mad? The answer will almost always be no, so act accordingly. "
― S.E. Hall , Pretty Instinct (Finally Found, #1)
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" Fleaver, babe?” he asks Landry. Again, what did he just say? Rhett groans. “I’m already sorry, and I apologize to the whole table in advance, but I just have to know. What the hell does fleaver mean?” “You know, when a woman’s sitting down and farts?” Jarrett looks at Rhett incredulously, positive everyone knows random stuff like this. “If they’re on their ass, especially if their pants are tight, sometimes a fart is forced in a new direction and fluffs its way up their beaver. A fleaver.” He puts up either “ta-da” or “duh” hands—I’m not sure which. “It gives ‘em a shocking lil’ tickle, like oh, ahhhh. "
― S.E. Hall , Pretty Remedy (Finally Found, #2)
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" Never give your body to another. It’s a fleeting, hollow replacement and the guilt and pain lasts much longer than the tryst. Communicate, talk, write a note, text, call, fly a banner behind a plane, but never try to mask one problem with another. Drink socially, if you’d like, but never to "
― S.E. Hall , Pretty Instinct (Finally Found, #1)